During the day, sentries guard the sleeping. When the sky is dark and the moon dances with the stars, this is when the real fun begins. Munashii Gekko's forest is the only haunt where you can find your local misfits all in one place. A land of the forbidden and forgotten, a place that is riddled with dangers of a whole different kind. The wolves here have long misplaced their rightful minds, and now live like creatures damned to prowl and lurk through the night. It's easy to lose yourself here, sanity was sure to fade away and wither; there was never anything normal about this nefarious nest. The silent threats that whispered in the breeze were enough to deter even the largest of demons around. It was not strength nor wit that ensured your survival here with Eric, and challengers would be torn down with a morose lethality - there was nothing left in his cold blue eyes that promised mercy to anyone who dared to overstep their worth. So, would you give up the sun for the moon and stars? Do you have enough vigor to become a well regarded sentry? - Put on a game face to step up and pass the sepia king's test or turn and leave before he catches your scent. You never know who wants to snack on your delicious blood in this forest.
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Posted on April 26, 2014 at 00:09:36 AM by kobato
“What? Oh . . . stop worrying. I think we can handle a little scolding after what we’ve been through.” Yes. That was true. They had been through more crap together than Kobato had ever bargained for in her whole lifetime. A thought gnawed at the back of her mind, which would be brought to light when he announced his next words, but for now it nestled back into the darkness, and she missed it completely. The memory of it, however, nagged at her. She turned to face him after speaking her words and totally missed his failed wink. It might have been a good thing that she did, because she wouldn't have known whether or not to laugh or stare like an idiot at him. It was fine, though. Kobato met his eyes without distraction and didn't linger on either one of them. That was a good thing about Kobato's beautiful ability to socialize with others, and Vladya was no exception. Even if something marred their features, a scar, a missing eye, or a bloodied one in her soldier's case, Kobato didn't stare. She was able to carry a normal conversation out as anyone might without even so much as lingering too long on one specific place. Now she watched as a laugh tumbled from his kissers. Well that's just perfect, sweetheart; I didn't want to leave your side either. Heat rushed to her palette, warming her head up so fast that she could see spots infiltrating her vision. A head rush. More like a heart rush. If that wasn't enough that she was already feeling embarrassed for having to say it out loud, he definitely pushed it to a new level of a sort of comfortable uncomfortable. Vladya took to her side, pressing his body up against hers, his tassel seeking out her own to accompany. Kobato stared dumbfounded at the terra beneath her toes. It occurred to her then that this was a warrior. A true archangel nothing like her 'knights' that she used to call her own when she was a child. This man had seen battles she couldn't even dream of, probably had waded in the blood of his fallen enemies, had fought with the devil himself, or perhaps had even been on his side. Vladya was a sword that need only be sharpened once to put up a glorious fight. Even if an angel has lost his wings, he still has the mindset of a gladiator. Did Vladya ever feel embarrassed by her? Kobato bit the inside of her cheek at this, a worried expression crossing her facial features for she could never truly keep her emotions from filtering out like heavenly light in the darkest of nights. In any case, she would have lost her balance at Vladya's reply if he had not been there to hold her up, even if it was just for a short period of time. His mug was on top of her head now, resting where a tiara should have been if she had been a kind of human royalty. It was comforting... mixed in with something else... something she couldn't quite explain yet could feel as a surge of unexpected warmth from the tip of her tail, to her stomach, all the way to her auds. Pleasant, but a bit frightening because it was new and she had not expected it. Was that...Desire? Who is Serris to you, anyway? Hopefully not anybody who's easily jealous. Kobato was vaguely aware now of his presence beside her as she choked on her breath. Who was Serris to her? She could answer that with so many different replies, and all of them would mark the truth. A brother, a father, a caretaker, a guardian, and one of her most precious friends. But what would explain their relationship the best? Certainly not a precious friend. That suggested that he was not protective of her. In fact, despite the interaction between the two of them the first time baby Ko had come stumbling into his lands, she had noticed that Serris had grown to watch her more carefully. Her persistant behavior towards him in order to make him smile or laugh had wiped off on him, as insignificant as it may have seemed when she left, she could see it better now as she revisited her memories. A guardian wouldn't be right because she had finally become close enough to him to be considered family. In fact, she believed him to be more family than the man who had murdered her beloved Ioryogi. Her laughter streamed out from her—was he himself jealous? The idea itself sent her heart pounding against her chest, and her throat producing a heartfelt laugh that echoed around the silent arena. "We are not related by blood." She coughed out, her laughter messing with her ability to breathe. "I never did follow his rules, and I never listened to his commands. So he is not my father, though I suppose that our relationship is unbreakable. I could never have a feud that would result in separation with Serris. And that is why he is not my brother either, for siblings are broken apart by petty arguments. He has the mind of an older brother, but the heart of a father." Soon she was to have the breath knocked right out of her. It was odd what little Kobato felt. One moment Vladya was resting his head upon her, and she was enveloped in his masculine warmth, feeling safe from anything that might ever come at the two-- she didn't want to be separated from him; and the next, a different (but familiar) breed of soldier came barelling towards the duet. Kobato's toffee stargazers moved in slow motion from Vladya's cream cloak and she was only halfway to him when suddenly a force tore the two apart. Pain seared through her chest at the broken contact and the loss of the warmth that had kept the chilly spring atmosphere from her thinned out cloak. She was still recovering from her injury from Kershov, and the sudden impact sent poisoned needles through her shoulder, her head spinning. For a moment the world went black-- but then she realized that it was not her own sight that was impaired by darkness. It was a cloak that stunk of home. A newfound warmth, warmer than even Vladya's had been for the two had been standing out in the weather for a while now and this one seemed to have just come from somewhere warm, wrapped around her in a strong embrace and she was pressed up against it. She raised her nape, pulling her head out of the cloak of night, and peered across at the gangster who had come along with her. What was he doing now? Had he been as surprised as she had been? She looked for his eyes, searching frantically amongst the chaos for their familiarity, yearning to see if turmoil rang within them as her anxiety did in hers. If their lookers met, she would hold them without fault, showing that she was not overly terrified. That this was probably to be expected of him. The last time she had seen this male, she had said goodbye to him in the morning and had gone off with Aindreas for the day. What had he been up to that day when her knight in shining armor had returned with the news that she had gone missing and he could not find her? Where was Aindreas now, for that matter? Had Serris killed him for his incompetence? Fear clawed at her hollow stomach, nearly sending a growl out of it for she had not eaten in a while… It was the most uncomfortable feeling and tears sprang to her pools. At this she sat immediately, totally struck with surprise. She was—crying? But why? It wasn’t too hard to pinpoint now that she thought about it. She had missedhim, and her parting had not been a good one though how could she have known at that age? For months she had been gone and for months she had not returned. Had he believed her to be dead? Guilt now ran amuck in her veins, mixing in with the toxins already swirling around inside of her. So instead of growling at him for separating her from her tundra dragon, Kobato tugged instead on his scruff gently, hopefully turning him to face her, and then she would bump her head in a greeting up against his, tears staining her cheeks. She would croak out a muffled I’m sorry…. Another thought was starting to touch the back of her head, tugging on her attention. If Aindreas wasn’t here, she was going to go and look for him. Vladya could accompany her as he so wished, but she supposed his relationship with Serris was going to be a rough and bumpy ride the whole way through. And that wasn’t the only thing. The brute that Kobato had come across in Spring Grounds was a totally different ballpark than what she had ever seen or experienced. But Kobato had her big girl panties on now and was determined to (sometime) tame that creature and bend him so that he was not viewing her with the eye of a murderer. She didn’t know if it would be a good or bad thing to do, and frankly she was terrified about what sort of consequences it might drag along with it, but if she ever slipped up again, she didn’t want someone lunging for her neck. A soft huff into Serris’s cloak and she withdrew, stumbling a bit on her way away from him, but mostly because the terrain was something she had not traversed within a year and a half. She quickly slipped around him so that he could not grab onto her or push her back, and stood glued next to Vladya’s creamy side. She spoke up after allowing her chest to puff out. Her bravery was starting to tremble a bit now. This is Vladya. He saved my life, Serris. I’ve chosen him. These words were said with a finality that was not to be messed with. Strong, firm, unrelenting to the wind that was her King. The tri-colored fae continued, looking her adoptive father straight in the eye and leaning up against her soldier at the same time, I will not return home without him by my side. And if Serris refused, they were going to Moondown and a new kind of lifestyle would have to be formed…  |
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